On our way home we found ourselves some shovels
On our way home we dug ourselves some holes
On our way home we buried our old photo albums
On our way home we dug ourselves some holes
On our way home we buried our old photo albums
Everyone we've ever know was in them
Everyone under the sun was there
On our way home we tried to find Sacramento
Our Compass broke, this map's a joke
And we are turning around
On our way home we realized we had just become big embarrassments
Everyone we've ever known's been laughing
Everyone we've ever loved was there
On our way home the noises that our footsteps made were echoes
And all the thoughts we've ever had were hammers that sat in our garages gathering dust
On our way home we won't go in without someone else holding our ankles
Everyone whose ever been is in us
Everyone we've ever known is there.
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